I got in some trouble
It felt like a fight
But I have not stumbled
I still have my sight

Nobody knows
What to do with their time
Playing cards with the pieces
of our shattered eyes

The ground’s kinda tough
I won’t put up a fuss
I don’t care anyway

You can leave everybody
With bones in your hair
Though the sea is our family
And family is there

Words are only useful
With something to say
I can choose what to do
I will always be safe

Ten sips from the bottle
The candle brought light
We picked up our shovels
Dug into the night

A longing for bliss
A blindess to signs
Since I was a kid
I sure have declined

The stones and the plants
The religion of chance
I'll believe in the sun and the day

You can leave everybody
With bones in your hair
Though the sea is our family
And family is there

Words are only useful
With something to say
I can choose what to do
I will always be safe

I can’t shake this feeling
I wish that I could
That my body is made up of
Cheap plastic goods

Early this morning
When I opened my eyes
I heard the gentle face of evil
Said I’d never die

There were birds on the ceiling
And lakes in the sky
I saw that we were all kneeling
In prayer for the night

I’ve always been reckless
And misunderstood
Knowing that I don’t matter
Thinking maybe I should

I can dream of the summer
I can live in your past
I am free now to wander
I am free to go fast

There’s a piece of our struggle
At the bottom of the sea
It will live there forever
Preserved with salt and DDT

The dirt sings our trouble
The dirt is a god
With a deep pompous chuckle
Shows through the facade

The dirt sings our trouble
The dirt is a god
With a deep pompous chuckle
Shows through the facade

The dirt sings our trouble
The dirt is our god
With a deep pompous chuckle
Shows through the facade

The dirt sings our trouble
The dirt is our god
With a deep pompous chuckle
Shows through the facade